For nefertsukia, whose Hiccstrid drabbles are basically the reason that I descended into this fandom. I’ve actually been a huge closet Hiccstrid lurker for a while without contributing any art, and I’m putting 200% of blame on her since I’ve just been too busy reading her fics and drabbles! They’re basically my canon for this ship right now.
Please give the fics a read and go on over to her tumblr and tell her she’s awesome!
His father died before his time.
"You’re a man now," the village people told him.
"If being broken-hearted is a man," he replied from his despair, "then, yes, I suppose I’m a man."
I’ve been thinking about loss recently, after a bad dream I had a couple of weeks ago. Hiccup must spend his days struggling with guilt and pressure, how painful to live without the one person whose role you’ve now received.
This kind of grief is not something that is easily conquered.